Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
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Before Sang's Anxiety Attack
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North
"You don't know what you are doing!" I heard Octavius grit out for what was probably the tenth time in the last thirty minutes. "You are on the wrong side of this! Just listen to me before you do something that you'll regret later."
I rolled my eyes and continued to sit cross-legged on the hard stone ground as I did my best to ignore him. And the other fucker too, Efrain. But at least he had the foresight to be silent.
Both had woken up again not long ago, unfortunately. And it was Luke, Silas, Nathan, and myself currently on duty watching these scumbags. Jesse and Derrick had taken Roe - whom I don't believe realized that I recognized him - and set up camp some distance away. Watching, they said. Helping.
We'd see about that later.
Silas' hand was twitching, and I knew that he wanted to throw his spear into someone's face. Luke laid on the ground next to me, arm over his eyes and his fist clenched. He was on the verge of ripping off balls. Nathan just arrived, and sat further towards the entrance of the partially-hidden cave. His head rested on his knees at the moment, and I probably should have checked up on him.
But I couldn't. Because I was barely holding it together myself.
I had learned pretty quickly that I had to sit with my back to them. If I didn't there was no way that I could have followed orders. So I sat here, revisiting the scene that we had stumbled into, over and over again. The only thing stopping me from killing them now was the constant reminder: Don't kill them yet. Don't maim them yet. Sang is our first priority.
"The only thing that I'm fucking regretting is not pulling out your tongue." Silas, who was sitting across from me, growled at the blonde. How he could even manage to even face them, I didn't know. But I suppose that it might be because he hadn't been the one to see exactly what I had.
